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The slime jumped and jumped on the bed of the aged, although there was still a trace of majesty in Fitney's expression - it was probably completely unaffected by Fitney's "change".

Fitney ignored it, put what he had brought back on the table, and went downstairs to wash up as usual.

It is often said that posture is acquired and difficult to change, but Fitney has different experiences, which makes her an absolute expert at changing her own demeanor and observing the demeanor of others.

In fact, she had become accustomed to that aristocratic posture, and once she regained that appearance, it would be difficult for her to change it back.

The slime had no sense of any of these things, it only knew that it was interested in what Fertenay had brought back - it jumped on the table, jumped twice, and swept it to the ground.

It seemed to be a picture book - there were some very random drawings on it, and a book that was not very thick, related to calendula.

In fact, Fitney rarely takes books back to her dorm - she usually doesn't read here.

The slime jumps between the two things, seemingly finding it uninteresting - and the poor picture book and book become the toys of the mischievous slime.

Whew!

The slime was suddenly grabbed - a pair of hands reached out from behind the slime's back, grabbed it, and threw it into a bag - and the other hand took the picture book and book with it.

The door was open - Fitney would not lock it when he went downstairs to wash.

When Fitney returned, he didn't see the slime, but he didn't think much of it - the slime wouldn't follow her most of the time, and the rest time of the magical creature was not the same as that of humans, so he didn't have any worries about its whereabouts.

She turned off the lights, lay down in bed, and fell asleep quickly - also an important skill.

Fitney breathes smoothly and long, with his hands at his sides and in a standard posture.

The moonlight was clear and fell indoors, sprinkling a silvery light.

Sand......

There was a small sound—it seemed to be just the wind.

While!

But with the sound of metal clinging—Fitney's hand was lifted from the covers, and the dagger in his hand blocked the attack—the attack on the other side did not stop.

Fitnet rolled over, and the other man's next knife stabbed into her pillow, and the feathers in it flew away - she narrowed her eyes, and by the light, she saw that there was no "manipulator" of the dagger that had attacked her.

Mana can also be used to control some items.

Maybe this magician ...... Hiding behind her?

Boom—Fitnair dodged the next attack—right behind her, and the dagger that floated in the air came back at her.

Fitnair didn't intend to entangle with this man too much, she dodged the dagger's attack, and threw her own dagger into the darkness-!

As long as it's someone who uses magic, she's never gone without someone.

"Hmm!" a muffled grunt sounded—and with it the dagger fell to the ground—the man's voice made Fitnair unaware of his gender, and then he felt the assailant open the door and flee—he stood in a very clever position in the doorway.

Fitnair grabbed the dagger that had fallen to the ground and chased it out.

This was the second time - it seemed that the Starlight people were very fond of playing such tricks, but Fitney was still curious about who was trying to kill her this time.

However, the man ran fast, and as he walked out the door, he found that the man had not used magic again.

It seems that it was deliberate?When Xilei attacked her, he also saw her whereabouts through the [Piercing Eye], and although she also ran away that time, she would still gather magic along the way, and this time...... Only a mage who has lost the will to fight will give up pooling mana.

Fitnair frowned, glancing at the dagger in his hand—a black thorn pattern on the watery blade.

The Black Thorn is the symbol of the Mysterious Society.

Be...... Rosa Fitnair could only think of this possibility - Rosa didn't seem to have any noble blood, but she had an aristocratic temper, and it was possible that she, who was frightened by Fitney today, would come to her tonight to seek revenge.

But...... Why would you be stupid enough to use the dagger of the Mystic Society?

"Lornay?" Fitney's nerves tensed, as she noticed that there was a convergence of magic in front of her, and when she was ready, it was Lightta who came out of the corner, and the condensation of magic was indeed done by her—but at this time, why was Lightta here? Liteta's voice proved that she had such a question at the same time.

"Someone wanted to attack me. Fitney said truthfully.

Letta frowned and walked up, she swept Fitney from head to toe to make sure she was okay before saying, "Do you have any clue?"

"Left behind a dagger from the Mystic Society. Fettney saw a slight change in Letta's expression.

"Save it. Leteta placed her hand on hers, as if to give her some comfort—in fact, the mixed emotions on her face included "shame."

Fitney's eyes flashed, "Did something happen?" Professor Letta. ”

"There was an uninvited guest in the flower room, and just now, I was alarmed by the alchemy device in the calendula planting room. Leteta said.

"It's a big deal, is it okay now?" Fitney understood why she looked like that.

Letta nodded, "I wanted to chase the man, but he was fully prepared - I lost his whereabouts just now." ”

One to attack Fettnay, one to steal calendula?

It's two people.

It seems that this can no longer be regarded as a simple one-man work.

"Maybe the reason for the attack was so that I wouldn't interfere in stealing calendula. Fitney said, and walked with Lightetta towards the calendula planting room.

In fact, it didn't matter - Letta spotted the man trying to steal before the door to the fountain opened.

Looks like tonight is destined for a false alarm.

"Isn't Starlight's defense always bad?" asked Fitney.

There was no resentment, just pure inquiry.

Not only the gate of Xinghui, but also the teaching building, the flower room, and the room of Fitney.

"It doesn't really cost much to do a lot of things here, because unsupervised is the norm. Letta was silent for a moment, and then said, "I'll talk to Fresson about this tomorrow, find a place, and move them all out." ”

Lack of vigilance, combined with recklessness, is no longer defined by a school.

"This is the Paradise of the Wanderers...... It's a frustrating answer, but it's true. Letta said slowly.

This sentence is actually similar to what the old man with a big nose said.

A place of helplessness.

It's a little more serious than you think.